Isabelle’s POV

The photograph trembled in my hands. Nathan—my sweet boy—blindfolded, vulnerable, and so far out of reach.

The handwritten message beneath his image echoed in my mind.

“You were warned. Now listen.”

A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Walter.

This was him. It had to be.

I felt Damion’s presence behind me before I heard him speak. His voice was low, dangerous. “Let me see it.”

I handed him the photograph with shaky fingers, my breath shallow.

The moment his ...